Ember-Song Draft
Verse 1 Rising out that fire a demon, and being imposed by a giant behemoth, that's my life and here's the scene if you haven't yet seen it, many think that we possess some kind of secret which...
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Verse 1 Rising out that fire a demon, and being imposed by a giant behemoth, that's my life and here's the scene if you haven't yet seen it, many think that we possess some kind of secret which...
I LOST SO MUCH BUT HAVEN'T GAIN SHIT, I FEEL LIKE I AIN'T GONE NEVER WIN. I'M TIRED OF WAITING ON ANYTHING EVEN UMMA HAVE IT OR FIND A WAY TOO.
Rock and roll. Tats and bowls. Money is the mission. till this society falls. Rats and roaches. Prisons and people poachers. Lost children roam the streets. Lace your mental atop these beats.
Been in a Benz Hung with the prettiest women Whipped the fastest 2wheeled demon.
This is a novel idea that has been bugging me for quite some time.
I've seen people teetering on the Edge, Watching them overlook the ledge, Unsure of where to go in life, Watching them struggle in their miserable strife.
I see familiar forms of emotions spinning the cogs of thought. You hide them to disguise and convince me and others you are not caught. You raise a eyebrow and let slip a concern.
I found all that I need inside your cool fiction grease and hard boiled greed gives you slips and confliction late night, Lexington Drive I got that dark feeling overreach till you die the dose that...
She's so popular, how would I ever get to know a girl like her. We talk, and it's amazing. She's mesmerizing. She's great. Sarcasm is such a necessary tone involved in our conversations.
I live my life the way I want to, yeah yeah that's how I do, no one has controll ova me, imma monster now try to control that, yeah that's what I thought, you can't get this I'm full of bliss, you...
As I walk into the shop. I bump into the local cop. He turns around and says my name. Is this really, my start to fame. As I'm walking down the aisle. I see myself start to smile.
Y do u make me hate u.
This is a short story inspired by old skool hip hop tracks. (in brackets) (Don't believe the hype) it was all a lie, I didn't (fuck the police) not all of them anyway.
The cat is strange A silly nasty stray Slightly deranged It's come out to play I can't stand it The cats too weird Just little piece of shit It's the cat I feared So disgusting and a plank...
Work's out. Time to destress. Bottle of Patrón. We're not trying to impress. We're just thirsty, from slaving away since six thirty. Dance floors dirty. But we don't give a monkeys...or a lama.
Short in hight but her spirit stands tall with a loving mind. 4 eyes but she can see through 3 hearts of the blind using 2 eyes only 1 time.